Location: Temporal Borderland, Gate Scar | Time: Dislocated (Unstable)
The gate didn’t open.
It peeled.
Like skin over an old scar, like memory refusing to be forgotten.
Sera stepped through first. Her divine signature flared against the liminal air a soundless shriek across shattered time.
Theo followed.
But the moment his foot crossed the veil, he felt it:
The remembrance.
It hit like impact, like flame running backward.
This place remembered him. And it was angry.
> “What is this?” Sera asked, already clutching her side. Her body shimmered like unstable code.
> “A timeline that was erased,” Theo said quietly. “One of the first we burned.”
> “You mean… we’ve been here before?”
> “Not us,” he corrected. “Versions of us. When the gods tried to correct the narrative
